POLLY PANIC

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I am sitting here writing without my little buddy by my side. Satchmo, my little dog that has followed my every step for the last 15 years, is gone. He was 17....I know! I was pretty sure he would live forever, as up until a month ago he would still try to devour any groomer that raised a clipper near him, and he would still take off down the street on his own little journey to pee on every tree in America. And he has been with me all over this country. I will never forget him walking behind a guy that had stopped to hit on me, and peeing on his leg without him noticing. What happens when we die? The question that has been here since the beginning. Where did he go? I can't imagine he would stray very far from my side. I am so grateful for my little friend. 

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